[ Poe lights up when he hears that swearing, hopes up in spite of himself, because that voice is very familiar.

Then Peter is on the screen, and Peter recognizes him, and there's a surge of relief that he's not starting over, that he has someone who knows him, even if it's selfish to be so glad that someone is stuck in this spooky place. ]

Barracks. I can meet you wherever. [ He's already on his feet, the picture jostling as BB-8 rolls in and then out of view. ] That bar? The one with the tequila guy. Though I guess that's the only one that even functions--how many bars does a place need, anyway?